I am a victim, but only because I choose to be.
I wait for you because I crave your touch. Your voice. Your lips. Your call. Your love.
I wonder if she knows about the parts of your heart that forever belong to me.
I sit in wonder and wait for a love that will never be mine.
I wait for your selfish heart to take me out of the wings and let me take center stage in your heart once again.
I wait for the moments to return when we laughed and held closely to the idea of an us.
I am a victim. Your victim. Be gentle with my heart while I wait.